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bill was lying in my lap - a clear indicator of his opinion of me, despite his sickly sweet words from the night before – and I grew angrier and angrier. It took days for the sadness to set in, but in that moment, it took all of my resolve to calmly leave his home the way I found it.
I had played out all of my options in my head, though. I could have stayed, forced him to talk to me when he returned home. I could have trashed the place in anger. I simply could have left a note. But I did none of these things. I was an adult, after all, right?
Right.
So I left. I took the taxi to the bar to get my car, and then I went home. I stuck River's stupid hundred dollar bill on my fridge so that I wouldn't forget what a jerk he was, and I went about my business. Well, almost.
I stayed away from the salon, because I couldn't handle seeing him ride up and down the street and pretend I didn't exist. So I stayed home and licked my wounds. I didn't have any appointments anyway, and my phone wasn't exactly ringing off the hook, so I took a little vacation, a little me time, a little hibernation.
But after a couple of days of moping around my apartment in my underwear, I got the itch again.
More than anything I wanted to see River, feel his arms wrapped around me and to feel safe again. But I had been an idiot to think it could ever turn into a real relationship, and his actions had helped me see that. I hated it, sure. But what was I going to do? Make some head-strong man into something that he wasn't? Was he going to marry me and come home and let me watch him from outside of our bedroom window? I wasn't exactly the cookie-making, stay-at-home type. I probably could be, for a little while. I could pretend for a spell. But before long, it would come back. I would crave it. I would need to go out, and see what I could stumble upon. I knew I would never be able to stop watching people, and what kind of man can take a woman like that seriously?
I had come to the conclusion long ago that if I shared my secret with anyone, they would think I was a freak.
And maybe that's why I fell so hard – literally and figuratively – for River. He knew my secret right away, and he still seemed to like me. He even seemed like he might understand, that he got the 'why' part of my stupidity.
But again, who was I kidding? He hated me. How cruel of him to leave that money with his very abrupt note. He made me feel like a woman, and then he made me feel like a fool. It pissed me off that he thought so little of me. That's why I vowed to myself to just forget about him. If I saw him again near the salon, I would just pretend I didn't know him. Give him a taste of his own medicine!
I needed a distraction, and like I said, after a few days, I got that itch again. That itch to watch someone, to see something new, to glimpse into a stranger's life to see what I could learn from it, and find something new to write about.
I set out as soon as the sun had set, the best time to see interesting things. The cover of darkness brings out the most interesting human behavior.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I drove for hours, aimlessly searching for something to catch my attention. But I kept getting distracted. River's expressive blue eyes had been haunting me for days and I found my thoughts drifting off, the precious few moments we spent together playing over and over in my head. My feelings towards him went from righteous indignation to desperate yearning. Again and again, I had to remind myself that I was angry with him and that he had indeed treated me like crap.
I kept driving, my mind lost and not really focusing on my task at hand. Before I knew it, I found myself along the same road I had followed River on, the road to his cabin in the woods. I hadn't consciously meant to end up there, but there I was, pathetically parked on the side of the main road and staring at the private turnoff to his
I had played out all of my options in my head, though. I could have stayed, forced him to talk to me when he returned home. I could have trashed the place in anger. I simply could have left a note. But I did none of these things. I was an adult, after all, right?
Right.
So I left. I took the taxi to the bar to get my car, and then I went home. I stuck River's stupid hundred dollar bill on my fridge so that I wouldn't forget what a jerk he was, and I went about my business. Well, almost.
I stayed away from the salon, because I couldn't handle seeing him ride up and down the street and pretend I didn't exist. So I stayed home and licked my wounds. I didn't have any appointments anyway, and my phone wasn't exactly ringing off the hook, so I took a little vacation, a little me time, a little hibernation.
But after a couple of days of moping around my apartment in my underwear, I got the itch again.
More than anything I wanted to see River, feel his arms wrapped around me and to feel safe again. But I had been an idiot to think it could ever turn into a real relationship, and his actions had helped me see that. I hated it, sure. But what was I going to do? Make some head-strong man into something that he wasn't? Was he going to marry me and come home and let me watch him from outside of our bedroom window? I wasn't exactly the cookie-making, stay-at-home type. I probably could be, for a little while. I could pretend for a spell. But before long, it would come back. I would crave it. I would need to go out, and see what I could stumble upon. I knew I would never be able to stop watching people, and what kind of man can take a woman like that seriously?
I had come to the conclusion long ago that if I shared my secret with anyone, they would think I was a freak.
And maybe that's why I fell so hard – literally and figuratively – for River. He knew my secret right away, and he still seemed to like me. He even seemed like he might understand, that he got the 'why' part of my stupidity.
But again, who was I kidding? He hated me. How cruel of him to leave that money with his very abrupt note. He made me feel like a woman, and then he made me feel like a fool. It pissed me off that he thought so little of me. That's why I vowed to myself to just forget about him. If I saw him again near the salon, I would just pretend I didn't know him. Give him a taste of his own medicine!
I needed a distraction, and like I said, after a few days, I got that itch again. That itch to watch someone, to see something new, to glimpse into a stranger's life to see what I could learn from it, and find something new to write about.
I set out as soon as the sun had set, the best time to see interesting things. The cover of darkness brings out the most interesting human behavior.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I drove for hours, aimlessly searching for something to catch my attention. But I kept getting distracted. River's expressive blue eyes had been haunting me for days and I found my thoughts drifting off, the precious few moments we spent together playing over and over in my head. My feelings towards him went from righteous indignation to desperate yearning. Again and again, I had to remind myself that I was angry with him and that he had indeed treated me like crap.
I kept driving, my mind lost and not really focusing on my task at hand. Before I knew it, I found myself along the same road I had followed River on, the road to his cabin in the woods. I hadn't consciously meant to end up there, but there I was, pathetically parked on the side of the main road and staring at the private turnoff to his
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